Legendary action star and martial arts maestro Jackie Chan gets his "Taken" moment with the terrorism thriller "The Foreigner," written by David Marconi and directed by frequent James Bond director Martin Campbell.
Chan, as a man seeking vengeance for the death of his daughter in a bloody London bombing, is paired with the grizzled former 007 actor Pierce Brosnan, growling his way into a meaty and morally ambiguous role.
Brosnan plays former IRA member and Irish Deputy Minister Liam Hennessy, who attempts to politick his way around the aftermath of the bombing, which is claimed by a rogue IRA cell.
Adapted from Stephen Leather's novel "The Chinaman," the film is titled "The Foreigner" because the alternative would have caused an outcry. And yet Chan's character, Quan Ngoc Minh, is still referred to as "the Chinaman" throughout, even though he's ethnically Vietnamese.
Despite its literary origins, the film feels as if a writer tossed a few darts at a board labeled with aging action stars and various terrorist groups to construct a script. Jackie Chan vs. the Irish Republican Army? That could work.
Chan's role is brooding, serious and simple. He wants names. Names of those responsible for his daughter's death.
Rebuffed by the police and government, he relies on his old bag of tricks, developed in the jungles of Vietnam, honed by U.S. Special Forces. He detonates homemade bombs with notes just reading "NAMES" all around the environs of deputy minister Hennessy's stamping grounds of Belfast. He plants nasty jungle traps, ensnaring Hennessy's thugs. All just to get some face time with the minister.
These bombers certainly messed with the wrong dad.
Chan, now in his 60s, isn't the energetic tornado of whirling kicks and punches he once was, but he's still got it. His fighting style in the film is brutish, resourceful and extremely effective. Brosnan is the talker, deploying his suaveness, talking out of both sides of his mouth to British politicians and his cabal of former (or are they?) IRA militants.
It's a refreshing change of pace to see Chan in this more serious role, but he isn't given all that much to do. When he isn't in motion, he stares vacantly, communicating his shock and trauma, his character merely a violent automaton.
There's a lot happening in "The Foreigner." One sequence intercuts Chan being stalked through the forest by Hennessy's special-ops-soldier nephew, while Hennessy chats with the British police who are surveilling him with drones, and while also torturing the truth out of one of his own pals. Meanwhile, a likely terrorist seduces a reporter. With all this going on at once, why does it feel so dull?
The IRA revival storyline hampers the father's revenge plot and vice versa. We never dig deep enough to care about any of the characters or even the plot twists. "The Foreigner" feels like halves of two different (and probably good) movies pasted together, but now doesn't make much sense.
This vigilante justice story — standard fare for the aging action star — could have signaled a new turn in Chan's career, but he has to share this movie with Brosnan's far more fascinating plot about dynasties of terrorism. Unfortunately, neither star receives a fair shake in "The Foreigner."
Rating: R, for violence, language and some sexual material
Running time: 1 hour, 54 minutes
Playing: In general release